Books: Two Pal Joeys

This book will be read devoutly by the thin cult of aging Americans for
whom Henry Miller was the big name in a bohemian pantheon of goofy
godlets. For others it has interest as the life record of a literary
anarchist of boundless charm and talent but limited good sense, the
loosest member of the Lost Generation, who, now 64. has lived these
twelve years past as a sage emeritus in an arty enclave at Big Sur,
Calif.